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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

[don't leave]

There is diversity amongst the winged ones, similar to us creatures that are fighting to survive each bittersweet day under this hopeless sun - yet, I knew you'd been send to me. Only me. To hold me. To kiss each desperate tear from my face with a mere glance from your eyes of amber. But you weren't meant to stay... and as you walked towards the light, I could feel your urge to turn and look at me one last time, me who was waiting, wrapped in brilliant shadows and breathing a last good bye onto your pumpkin-coloured feathers. Autumn will never be the same without you.